Love Lies Sleeping (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
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